Friday, November 10, 2006

Stormy

Only way to combat the present misery of the outdoors is to have fun indoors. A friend and I took her goddaughter to the gym for a spot of fake climbing. We hardly noticed the sluicing ice water outside, and the concomitant lousy traffic and driving around us.
Camus' - or would that be Camus's? - The Stranger is annoying me. I am dipping into Tim Winton's new collection of short stories for relief from too much existentialism. Winton has some of that, too, but his stories are more engaging. I keep wondering what Bush managed to get out of The Stranger. Perhaps he too is contemplating a period of incarceration. Or maybe he shares the protagonist's utter lack of connection to real life.

1 Comments:

Blogger robin andrea said...

It was warm and sunny Saturday morning. We went for a walk to the Chimacum Creek tidal estuary. Our favorite local hike. Got to get out when the getting is good.

About Bush reading The Stranger, I'm going to say that he identifies with the protagonist's utter lack of connection to real life.

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